Those were my thoughts at 4:30 this morning when I woke up to the sound of the wind and the torrential rain trying to break down the doors and windows to my house. Noah was hot on their heels as he burst into our room, hollering something about a tornado. Poor kid has been obsessed with them since they learned about them at school a few days ago. I couldn't tell if he more scared or excited. I was too distracted with my own thoughts about that nature walk I had so strategically planned into my Sunday School diorama sequence....
Conundrum.
And it was Spring Forward so naturally, I had to be up an hour earlier.
So today, I was THAT Sunday School teacher..... you know, the one working on her lesson a few hours before teaching. In my head. At 4:30 in the morning.
Ok, ok, I'll just gather the rocks and grass and sticks for ten kids myself. It'll be a piece a cake.
Wait, this is why I wanted THEM to do it!
What if they don't like my rocks?
Maybe parents won't MIND their meticulously dressed children trapsing around in torrential rain and mud for a good didactic cause?
What's wrong with me?! Why can't I just make a plan to go on my own nature walk at 6 am and go to sleep till then!?
Roll over. It's 5:30. Ugh.Stupid brain was mocking me along with the beady eyes of the red clock numbers.
Somehow, when the alarm went off at 7, I managed to throw on a robe and galoshes and grab our only umbrella out of the van to fill my mop bucket with as many rocks as I could before my family gathered in the garage to gawk at me. That lasted about ten minutes.
Cue rumple-headed family members.
Try explaining to a four-year old why you can't help Mommy gather rocks in the pouring rain while wearing footie pajamas.
I'm sure my neighbors YouTubed the strange lady working on her rock collection at the wee hours of the morning while they walked their dogs. Keep walking, Buddy. Nothing to see here.
Of course, as I triumphantly entered the church this morning, having washed of any signs of ill-preparedness, rock-harvest in tow, I was kindly offered to take any extra rocks I might need for the project from..... wait for it.... the bucket of rocks in the teacher supply closet.
Face - palm.
Thank God for naps.
